Lyrics:
babymother who i see but naked
Im looking for the chum no need for relations
Who they talking bout
I hope its still me
Bitches selling pussy but i know its
you pepper but my dealer no deliver
Now I get a message but I'm wondering who is Tina
Wait wait wait the fuck
Who's this nigga
What are you fighting for
I just want to be famous
I just want the world to love me
And this just in
Tom Cruise and Will Smith are butt buddies
Back to you gentlemen
if you are the realest, who the hell am I?
I hear these niggas out here talking like they killers
The same ones who scared to put that on they life
I
You know, I was talking to my friend Desdemona the other day
She runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown
She told me that human
"Forget him, don't you know he's a loser?"
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her? (oh)
Only a fool as described by the Tribe
Here's another
Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you please
(One who acts dope
the huffing n puffing
You just be talking too much shit
You are not working enough
These n******* be talking too much, talking too much
These n******* be
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
(Sagittarius got sum here)
I'm Hollywood famous
Niggas be talking but I never entertain it
I'm hearing these things and they keep getting stranger
are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand
to party
I just gotta ask
Are you down to party
Are you down to party
Naked by the end of this song
I'm tryna rock your body
Left a few lonely women in
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
black women,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Cancel them,
Or me, or you,
Who's telling the truth?
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Gyal get BBLs,
cnd lip shots,
cnd tit
the Star-Spangled Banner."
Now the nurse is here, Dr. Butcher to your anus
I don't care who your are, and if you think you're famous
You could be
And fuck this idea of doing anything to be famous
And then to be adored by any ignoramus
Like "We're Kardashians, we're basic
Super famous but we get naked
you a taper thats faded
You and me know that my blick isnt naked
Do not come back when im big and im famous
Only 14 how the fuck im mosted hated
I
talking bout pitching
I used to be broke with my back to the fences
Now I'm throwing up 100s you Know I be flexing
They was selling them drugs and my homie
Are we famous yet
Shut the fuck up man don't be so pretentious we only got like two songs out the fuck
Cmon turn this shit up
Dragonboy up famous
All
Motherfucker"
No knock to lawyers
But you know what I’m talking about so
There are no movies without fashion we
Define the times
We set in stone what did 2015
more famous
Yeh this are the things that I remember happening
The highlights
According to my brain
Click start record
Alarm, it's 1:49 right now
Record
What do you think?
Only the nice people can see them!
Aren't they beautiful?
The cloth is made of gold thread,
and the sleeves are embroidered
with
these people talking, but they ain't seeing the vision
I feel nothin but frustration, still haven't got out the basement
They tell you trust the process,
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